est. 2008

I say with certainty this one of my all-time favorite songs. Like, I don’t think my life would be the same if I never heard it. I don’t think I’d be the same. Last summer was jam-packed with Cassino, on walks down to the Pickering, on car drives out to the eastern Finger Lakes and down Route 364 to the end of Canandaigua Lake, winding up at Bare Hill.

I can also say, upon reflection, I didn’t necessarily care what this song was about. I just knew it was beautiful, but the other day, driving the route I always drive only to be averted by traffic cones, it hit me and I realized how much it’s about the chase, the struggle, the trappings of American life.

This is why I say, tambourine hit on the two, please.

“Marionette made its marks, dragging on the pavement.The dogs of sleep and sick were tangled in the strings that keep the leverage.Come on, come with light…Illuminate and drive…I need to leave what followed meWhen I washed in from the seaThat’s taken so many of our livesWith its awful waves

Chevrolet is done, it’s sunk into the ground.Chromes become my dining couch,The ornament on a broken house,And the weathers com aliveAnd it’s leaking insideKnocked the breakers paralyzed,And turned my savings on its side.Its taken many of our livesWith its wild waysSo my mother says

Heaven found on my way outHeaven found on my way out Heaven found on my way out Heaven found on my way out

I took a walk one way…

And with a spark, all the lights in the city started racingOut interstates and up the up the buildings, through the wallsand turn so filthyAnd it lights this room that we pay with our lives, everydayThe toll booth of the birds of prey”~Kingprince Cassino, Kingprince